The city of San Francisco is awash with talent and some fine eating places too. In this seaport escapade the viewer is detoured by the smell of lamb chops and the sound of loose tongues vibrating with vitality. The heart and guts of the city spill out in a medley of munching membranes and tinkling ivory all keyed up for maximum vocalizing. The talking heads spout melodic tunes amid the barbecued splendor of tenderized meat made succulent with a crock pot mentality. The not-so-young and the too old for comfort get cozy under a full moon and a full tummy as time marches on to the beat of syncopated sensualists starving for all that heaven allows in its ovens of ostracized organs.